Chapter 1307
Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
Unease crept into Jeremyâs heart at the sight of Ryanâs malicious smile through his phone screen.
He could tell that whatever Ryan wanted to tell him through the video call was definitely related to Madeline.
âWhat did you do to Linnie, Ryan?â Jeremy found it hard to keep his calm.
He questioned fiercely only for the man to reply with a chuckle. Ryan then turned the camera to the floor.
âTalk, Ryan!â Jeremy grew frustrated.
Ryan watched Jeremyâs reaction in satisfaction. The more distressed Jeremy was, the better he felt.
Ryan ignored Jeremy and walked toward the room Madeline stayed in. Then, he pointed the camera at the bloodied mattress.
Jeremy felt his heart being torn into pieces at the sight of the large pool of blood-red. The color of his irises seemed to be dyed the same color now.
âDo you see this, Jeremy Whitman? Donât you think the bright red on this mattress looks absolutely stunning?â Ryan provoked Jeremy. âItâs all blood from your beloved woman.â
He watched Jeremyâs expression turn into one of thundering shock. He could imagine how much the sight hurt and tormented Jeremyâs heart.
âWhat did you do to Linnie? Ryan! Where is she?â
Jeremy thought he was about to go mad!
He could not possibly imagine how Madeline was doing right now, let alone think about how much Madeline had suffered when Ryan tortured and hurt her.
âRyan Jones.â
He spat out the two words from his thin lips, his tone laced with the frost of the coldest winter that could chill one to their bones.
âFor every drop of blood Linnie bled today, Iâll make sure that you pay it back in double.â
Ryan disagreed and turned the camera back to him. He met Jeremyâs furious and icy gaze with belittling ones of his own. His tone was disdainful when he spoke, âYou can tell me this again if you manage to find me at all, Jeremy Whitman.â
âI will find you, Ryan. Very soon.â
Ryan scoffed at Jeremy and provoked him again. âWhile I can wait for you, I donât know if I can say the same for your beloved woman.â
âRyan!â Ryanâs words had easily fueled Jeremyâs flames of fury. âDonât you dare touch Linnie again!
Donât you dare!â
âBut what if I do? What if I do touch her again, and in front of you too?â
âWhat?â Jeremy hated the fact that he could not grab Ryan by the collar through the screen. âWhat more do you want to do?â
âArenât you digging up my past to look for me?â Ryan smiled evilly. âWith every step deeper you delve, Iâll increase your wifeâs torture by two degrees. I wonder whoâll give in first, hmm?â Ryan threatened.
âI know that youâre spending every moment looking through surveillance footage to look for my location, Jeremy, but I suggest you stop.â
Jeremy looked up at the computer screen in front of him that was replaying multiple road surveillance footage.
How did Ryan know he was checking the surveillance footage?
However, Jeremy was not in the right headspace to focus on such topics. He forced himself to calm down.
âWhereâs Linnie, Ryan? What did you do to her? Why did she lose so much blood?â
âI suppose youâll find the reason behind her injuries sweet, wonât you?â
Ryan paused before he delved into it with a sneer. âTo keep her purity, sheâd rather die than let me do as I wish. Arenât you satisfied with such a reply?â
Jeremy felt as if the inside of his chest was being stuffed with cotton, expanding inch by inch until it suffocated him.
Linnie.
âKeep searching for my whereabouts if you want Eveline to keep bleeding. As long as youâre fine with the consequences, youâre free to do as you wish.â
Ryan then hung up the phone.
Jeremy called again, but his number had been blocked.
His grip on his phone tightened. He felt the sudden urge to smash his phone to placate the surging fury within him. Still, he managed to keep it in check.
He could not let his emotions cloud his judgment. What he needed to do now was be calm and collected.